Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate.
No more than a hyena abandons carrion does a Marxist abandon treason.
— Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf.
Shenzi: Do you know what we do to kings that step out of their kingdom?
Simba: [scoffs] You can't do anything to me!
Zazu: Uh, technically, they can. We are on their land.
Simba: But Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbery, mangy, stupid poachers.
Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay...
Banzai: Who you callin' "upid-stay?!"
Simba: [scoffs] You can't do anything to me!
Zazu: Uh, technically, they can. We are on their land.
Simba: But Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbery, mangy, stupid poachers.
Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay...
Banzai: Who you callin' "upid-stay?!"
He feared the hyena, for sometimes they would attack a full-grown zebra, or a wildebeest, and if sometimes they ran away, sometimes they stayed to fight as well. Best of all, they loved to seize the newborn calves at the moment of their birth, and at night, when he lay listening to their wild laugh, Konyek was glad that the calf of the November Cloud was safe beside him, and he would rub his head against her flank where it rested.
It has always appeared to me that the qualities and characteristics of the African spotted hyæna have met with somewhat scant recognition at the hands of writers on sport, travel, and natural history, for this animal is usually tersely described as a cowardly, skulking brute, and then dismissed with a few contemptuous words.
Yet I think that the spotted hyæna of Africa is quite as dangerous and destructive an animal as the wolf of North America, which is usually treated with respect, sometimes with sympathy, by its biographers, though I cannot see that wolves are in any way nobler in character than hyænas. Both breeds roam abroad by night, ever crafty, fierce, and hungry, and both will be equally ready to tear open the graves and devour the flesh of human beings, should the opportunity present itself, whether on the shores of the Arctic Sea, where men's skins are yellowy brown, or beneath the shadow of the Southern Cross, where they are sooty black. There is nothing really noble, though much that is interesting, in the nature of either wolves or hyænas, but neither of these animals ought to be despised. Hyænas are big, powerful, dangerous brutes, and at night often show great determination and courage in their attempts to obtain food at the expense of human beings.
–- Frederick Courteney Selous, African Nature Notes and Reminiscences
A hyena tears the flesh off another living being
He does not repent
Nor lament
It's the way it was meant to be
He does not repent
Nor lament
It's the way it was meant to be
— Voltaire, King Of Villains/When I Said I Was Evil
